Here we discuss the infallible will of Paul's closet to forcefully drape Paul in shirts from decades gone by.
We are Paul's Co-workers and we observe the shirt everyday. The only thing that I am more sure about than Paul's poor taste in linen, is that he is a great sport!

I'm at work on another Saturday and I noticed that this shirt has a pattern of Orange, White, Black, White, Pink, White, Orange, White, Green, White, Red, White, Black, White, Orange, White, Pink, White, Black, White, Red, White, Black, White stripes. That alone would have qualified it for the blog, I'm sure... but I've lost so much weight that I don't wear this one in during the week as it's kind'a oversized. Still, since it's not a repeat, I figured I'd throw it up on the blog.

So, I wear in what I felt was a "Friday" shirt, but it's my haircut that gets all the buzz. My excuse? In honor of the election Locks of Love is now more environmentally conscious, and apparently a Opossum had a terrible accident... or is that an Opossum?

I don't know why they hate these shirts, or even if they do hate them. I know that they point and laugh. I know that Jerrell said "That shirt has game... as in, if you need to play you can take it off and throw it on the table and play."

It took me five minutes of setting changes on the webcam to get this picture. You think the last few have been trouble... this one looked like a 1960s television broadcast of a large crowd.

After a short hiatus, the shirt has returned. With today’s shirt I am starting to realize a pattern to Paul’s shirts. The fairly normal shirts are typically green plaid or stripes. Now to be clear, they are far beyond your typical green plaid. This shirt actually looks like a microscopic view of artificial turf. Don’t mind the prism effect caused because once again the camera was unable or unwilling to actually focus on the shirt’s pattern.

This was turning out to be a fairly dull return of the shirt, but then we had a surprise visitor. She heard the talk about green plaid and felt she had something to add. When Dolly arrived however, the toy protectors of Paul’s cube thought her to be an intruder. They warned her and asked her to identify herself, but the only sound they heard was ‘ooooooh’ (not surprising with the shape of her mouth). We tried to intervene, but one protector grabbed her by the hair and the other ripped her arm from her single handed grasp. When last seen the protectors were giggling and heading towards the guys restroom. The protectors have been back for a little over an hour now, but there is no sign of little Dolly. Maybe it is time to alert Nancy Grace.

As our first duplicate, I felt it was appropriate to have a... duplicate! Sara (coworker on the left) donned a Paul Shirt today in celebration of the season.

As was said before, this is my favorite shirt. A few years ago I gained a lot of weight and I no longer fit into the Medium version. Rather than allowing depression to overtake me, my wife Cathy was able to locate an XL "replacement", and "The Shirt" lived on! While I've lost a great deal of the weight I had packed on, the Medium version of the shirt is now reserved for occasions such as this. That, and having two allows me to stare into the depths of the Amoeba Flame while the XL version is in the wash.

This shirt is yesterday's shirt, but its molting. Tomorrow it will grow into a bigger and more colorful shirt. This may explain why there have been no duplicate shirts yet. The shirts must be breeding in Paul's closet and producing shirt offspring of brilliant colors and textures unbeknownst to Paul and his family. We actually decided to put this theory to scientific scrutiny and began our search in the dryer (the most obvious hiding place for tiny shirts). Click here to see what we found. Now that we found one we are sure that there must be a breeding population of shirts in the house, but we have decided to let Paul decide how to best handle the situation. No one wants to come between an angry mother shirt and her baby shirt.

We have also included a picture of Paul's boots today. Paul heard the word grunge yesterday and got waaaaaay too excited. He actually broke out corduroys and these boots to add to the statement made by the shirt. What none of has the heart to tell Paul was that the shirt was too ugly even for grunge! Well he knows now. When Paul said 'You have to see my boots', I had this instantaneous mental image of Paul wearing Jack Boots to work and I was actually afraid to look down. It turns out that Paul's taste in footwear is not even in the same league as his taste in shirts because these boots are actually socially acceptable.

Tomorrow is crocktoberfest here at Link Computer Corporation and Paul has hinted at wearing a costume and the only thought that went through my head was 'What the hell have you been wearing for the past year?'

Today's shirt and its wearing is concerning on many levels. My concern started because Paul saw the picture of Lee Majors in yesterday's post and said 'Hey, I have that shirt!'. Now I am not sure what is more sad, the fact that Paul has the shirt, the fact that Paul knows he has the shirt, or the fact that Paul wore the shirt today to make a point. To further clarify the subtlety of what was just said: the point that Paul is trying to make is 'I really do own that horrible looking shirt that Lee Majors is wearing in that picture taken in 1976'.

My next level of concern is that this blog has been going on for two weeks and we have yet to see a duplicate. Now this is good for the blog, but it makes me wonder what Paul's closet looks like. Maybe when can prompt him into a picture of that. It could be scary, but it would be like watching a train wreck.

I am poking fun at this shirt for being from the 1970's, but I must be honest, this was not my first thought. If you throw in an over-sized belt, some torn jeans, a black t-shirt, and messy hair (ok Paul already has this one) then this is pure GRUNGE!